today i had to cover the new coffee cart in debbers for an hour, which is a massive fucking waste of time, because no-one in their right mind pops into a department store for a takeaway coffee, so any time spent there is usually a world of boredom.
NOT TODAY: today i got to speak to an old boy from inverness (who obviously couldn’t be bothered traipsing round the store with his missus, the lad), who had grown up supporting inverness caley, but turned his back on it all when they merged with thistle to form the world famous invernesscaledonianthistlefc. as a supporter too young to know about those days, and as someone who didn’t grown up in inverness to hear stories from those days, it wis fascinating.
then when he left, some radge cunt came in, bought a “takeaway” tea, and proceeded to stand there and tell me a story about how his brother had jumped in when he’d been getting his head kicked in off five guys in the pub the other week and how his brother had battered the cunts. that wasn’t as much fun.
